Hey Albert, can you reply to this post with a short exclamatory sentence?

Hey, thanks and I obviously agree, but I realize that making a critical comment about someone who just lost their wife isn’t a great look, so the amount of shit I’m taking is probably appropriate. In the future I’ll wait to call him out on his dickishness as it happens.  

They like them soft, lol.  

First of all, thanks for engaging like a human.

And I disagree with your comment, but I’m going to stop short of wishing a fatal disease on you.

This is a very representative comment so let me clarify. Pop is a fantastic coach. He is the very best in the NBA. He is right in his takes about what ails this country. I would love to have him coach my favored NBA team.

Hey, shit on ESPN all you want, but don’t fuck with Beadle, aka my future wife/live-in polyamory partner.

Fuck. Pop’s assholery will be tolerated (embraced, understood) without comment this week.

Excellent work on the “Filed to,” Samer.

Yeah, America has no poor people, just temporarily inconvenienced future millionaires.

Love the idea but how about pixelating Wahoo instead? Calls attention to its continued existence so it doesn’t let Cleveland off the hook but does so without propagating the image.

That guy on the left gets it.

I like this so much. But I live in Portland, where something in the water makes people incapable of shutting the hell up for a single minute at a live show.

You’re right that there is a strange blowback to being a pioneer in representation; your representation does 100% of the heavy lifting of portraying that perspective - no other representation is around to share that load - and therefore becomes way more of a risk and a flashpoint than just doing the same old…

White trash is pretty broadly represented beyond Cletus. If half of Discovery Channel’s programming was filled with people of Indian descent, then we wouldn’t be talking about Apu.

America was never as good as you previously thought it was, and it’s not as bad as you currently think it is.

Holy shit those goalposts moved quickly!

My grandpa is 95 years old and still lives on his own, out in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska.

The family is threatening to move the funeral to San Antonio.